Memories Of Gold.
Chapter 1 : Storm Of Sorrow
Location : Barrow-Downs, west of Bree.
While Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin were eating, and trying to calm their shaking limbs after the close encounter with the fearsome Barrow-wights, old Tom Bombadil skipped up to the mound, and looked through the stolen treasures that lay there. Most of these he made into a pile that glistened and sparkled on the grass. He bade them lie there 'free to all finders, birds, beasts, Elves or Men, and all kindly creatures' for so the spell of the mound should be broken and scattered so no Wight should ever come back to it.
He chose for himself from the pile a golden bracelet set with small white gems that sparkled like starlight. He looked long at it, his face cloudy as if stirred by some ancient memory, until finally shaking his head and saying 'Fair was she who long ago wore this on her wrist, a token of love once given by a great Mountain King. Goldberry will wear it now, but we shall not forget her...'
Frodo stared at the small bangle, for he was sure he had set eyes upon it before, though it felt as if it came from a far off dream, a story that was not his own. The hobbits bade Tom farewell when they returned to the Road, and began the journey to Bree. As they rode, Frodo delved deep into the mist of his memories, thinking back to his past, sure that he had seen the gold bangle before. Just as he began to give up, a sudden vision appeared in his mind.
It began with a flash. Lightening burst through the black of night. Frodo stared in terror out his rain-battered window at the great storm that lit the sky. He stumbled away from his window and went to find Aunt Bella. In the three years that young Frodo had been under the care of Bella Baggins, she had never failed to comfort him in times of fear with her stories and songs. But there would be no singing tonight, it would seem, as Frodo stopped in the doorway of the sitting room.
There she sat in her armchair by the fire, a red leather book in her lap and on top, a beautiful golden bracelet that gleamed in the firelight. Great heaving sobs racked her body as tears rolled down her pale face. The last Frodo witnessed before creeping back to his room was her eyes clenched shut as she clasped the bracelet to her chest. 'Thorin...'
A/N : So, yeah...end of Chapter 1! From now on they'll be nothing but Bagginshield so hold onto your butts, because here we go! Unfortunately, I don't own The Hobbit or Lord of The Rings, as much as I'd like to.